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Take 19 - More Than This - Part 2

A/N: Comment as you read, and give me your thoughts in the end. Please <3? It's what keeps me writing.

“What are you doing here?” I blurted as I walked over to Harry’s table. He was sitting down, looking up at me with a surprised look on his eyes.

“Ouch,” he said, feigning hurt. “I’m happy to see you too, Cami.”

“Sorry.” I rubbed my forehead. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”

Where the heck was Zayn? He’d said to meet him here. Furthermore, he’d said it would only be the two of us here. Not that I had anything against Harry. God, no. I was just confused, on top of having a slight panic attack. I really should have done a better job at looking presentable.

“It’s fine.” Harry kicked out a chair to me. “I am meeting Zayn. He didn’t tell me you’d be here, though.”

“I’m supposed to meet Zayn here too.” I frowned. “And he didn’t tell me about you joining either.” After realizing how that sounded, I held out a hand in apology. “Not that I mind, obviously.”

“Obviously…” He looked away.

I bit my lip. Should I sit down? I really wanted to, but at the same time, I knew it would be an awful idea. I looked out on the street, hoping to see a cab waiting. “Maybe I should just go…”

Harry jerked around. “What? No…” Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. “I mean. You don’t have to go for my sake.”

“Wouldn’t it be weird, though?” I sent him a look. After everything that had happened between us, he could hardly think that this would be a good idea either.

He looked at me with a blank expression. “Why would it be weird?”

“You know… Because of what I—“

“We’re friends, right?” he interrupted me.

I nodded and a small smile formed on my lips. “Yeah, we are.”

“So it shouldn’t be a problem if we both are here, right?” He shrugged. “We can just wait for Zayn together. It beats sitting alone.”

After hesitating yet another moment, I finally sat down. The silence between us wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, just… awkward. At least for me. I kept thinking about the scene earlier today. As I tried to avoid looking directly at Harry, I began to fiddle with my camera.

“Did he trick you into photographing him or something?” Harry asked.

I laughed. “No, no. This is just…” I trailed off. Should I tell him about my interest in photography? I couldn’t even remember if I’d said anything about it before.  Clearing my throat, I figured I might as well tell him regardless. “Actually, I was hoping to take some pictures of Milan.”

“Zayn is really good at that stuff,” he said. “He’s not a pro, but I’ve seen him take pictures of random things. He keeps it in a binder for when he needs inspiration.” He smiled. Ruffling his shirt, he sighed. “Hey, do you want something to drink? It’s crazy hot out here.”

I had placed myself in the shadow to avoid getting sunburnt, but I had to agree that the temperature was beginning to bother me. “Yeah, sure.”

Harry waved at the young man, who was working,  and he came over with a big smile.

“May I take your orders?” the waiter asked and took out a notepad.

“I think we’ll wait with the food, but I’d love something to drink.” He looked at me. “What do you think?”